Sunday, January 20, 2008

Own bed, own room

It's uncharacteristically quiet here.

All three children are in bed. Brendon has gone fishing.

Aidan is not only in his own bed, he's in his own room too.

He declared himself ready for this about five days ago. I didn't want to hold him back, but I was unconvinced that he was really really ready. After all, he still comes into our bed almost every night and even falls out of his bed every now and again. However, we all agreed that this weekend he would make the big move.

And it really is a big move, involving shifting his bed into his new room and moving around lots of pieces of furniture to make the new configuration work. Drawers were emptied, clothes shuffled and rehomed. Floors were swept, lost treasures found and posters rehung. The good thing for Brendon and me is that we now have all our clothing in our own room - makes the whole dressing thing more convenient. The bad thing is that we now have no junk room - no study, spare bedroom, playroom, office, nothing. A place must truly be found for everything!

Isabelle has started fretting about the inevitable sharing of rooms that will occur when Orla moves out of her cot. In addition, she seems deeply concerned that Aidan can now shut his door and ban her from a place in the house that she could, ordinarily, frequent whenever she pleased.